I’ve downloaded the ebook from Dailypost.wordpress.com, 365 Writing Prompts. I’m starting in February as opposed to where the book starts with January 1st.

Writing Prompt: Nightmares: Describe the last nightmare you remember having. What do you think it meant?

I don’t really get nightmares, except when I watch scary movies and after having one I believe I’ve just over thought about the movie too much and taken it to heart and I should just stop watching scary movies.

But I do get the odd “Bad Dream” every once in awhile, this one was quite odd. It was about the characters in my novel that I’m writing. I’m at this one place in the novel where I’m writing about my FMC (female main character) finally coming home after she skipped town for a couple of years. And despite writing that she had only a few hitches in her friends and family welcoming her home apparently the whole event when to hell. Her friends hated her and believed her exes story.

Even though it’s only the first draft and I would have done this eventually I think her friends need to be more resistant to let her back into their lives, and not be so accepting of her coming back. After all she did up and leave town in the middle of the night.

This is just a rough unedited scene that I wrote for the novel I’m writing. It’s by no means the best and I understand that, I appreciate any comments and feedback that anyone who has read it wants to give.

Charlie jogged up the back steps of her porch. She stopped when she noted the sliding door was open and music was through the door. Cautiously she slid the screened door open and stepped into the kitchen. Nic stood at her stove, with a pan sizzling on the burner. She stood stunned, not expecting him to be here.
“Hey” he said with a smile turning to look at her.
“Hi” she returned the smile, she walked forward and picked up the water bottle from the island where she had left it. She saw her note, open on the island. “You stayed”
“I did” he said. He turned. “You seem surprised”
“It’s just after last night…”
“Last night wasn’t your fault and you couldn’t have predicted what would happen”
“Still you didn’t have to step up to the plate”
“I wanted to…and I wanted to make you breakfast”
“and now I owe you…twice” she grinned.
“That’s alright” he said. He turned down the volume on the radio and turned to face her. “I hope you don’t mind”
“No” she said shaking her head lightly.
“so, you run?”
“Yes, I try to every day” she replied. She kicked off her running shoes and took a seat at the island, she opened her bottle of water and took a long drink.
“Where?”
“Usually just along the beach, provides good resistance” she glanced up at him “Do you?” She caught her appearance in the reflection off the cooker hood, and noted she looked awful, face flushed gleaming with sweat, and yet if he noticed he didn’t show it.
“Um…hold that thought” she said holding up her hand. “I’ll be right back”
“Okay” he replied. She hopped off her stool, walked over to the back door and picked up her sneakers before walking out of the kitchen and in the direction of the stairs that would take her to the second floor.

Again, it’s not the best. It is rough and unedited but I appreciate any creative feedback and comments.